Mr Styles

Mr Styles

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"I love you Judette I don't care if the world sees us differently" I looked at him with tears in my eyes, regretting what I was about to do, but it was for the best. "No, harry I can't we are so different, we come from different worlds, please don't make this any harder for me" "Pleas...." I cut him off, "No I can't keep on telling myself that this will work, cause its not, your rich and am poor, your destined to be with someone like you" I could not bare the pain in my heart any longer, just standing here made it worse, so I turned back to leave. "Wait, I want to ask you for one more thing, before you end this, I ask for one last kiss, I want you to kiss me".
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He fell in love with the girl he had a one-night stand with. When her true nature revealed, he hated himself for loving her and decided never to see her again. However, his fate took an unexpected turn and entangled him in a contract marriage with her, turning the girl he despised into his temporary wife. Will their love-hate relationship lead to a deeper connection, or will it keep them forever bound by the terms of their contract? *** As I spank her, Grace questions in a surprised tone, "What was that?" "That was for leaving your husband alone in the pool," I respond in a teasing tone, seizing her waist and pulling her towards me, stealing her breath. "But, my dear husband, you're pissing me off. Just move away." She tries to break free from my grasp. "Stop moving, Mrs Grey!" "No, I won't listen to you, Mr Grey. You told me you don't want me, so why are you here again?" "I didn't say that I don't want you," I whisper, closing the distance between us, my lips nearing my angry wife's. "It means the same!" She rolls her eyes. "I want you so damn much, okay? And I'm ready to regret it again and again for doing this. Today, I'll show you how much I desire you, my wife." I confess, my fingers playing with her wet hair, and my hand still firmly gripping her waist. "So tell me. Who is stopping you, husband?"

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